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11/11/18
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Hands on his shoulders jolt him awake.
Stop sleeping, they whisper harshly.
You have things to do
Things to finish
So don't sleep.
He bats them away
His eyelids drooping
Closing
Because he
Hadn't slept for two nights straight.
He falls back down on his bed
Under the layers of blankets and coverlets and dreams
Because he
Had tried
Desperately tried
To finish the work that he didn't want to do
But needed
Needed, they had said.
To do.
In two sleepless nights.
But he is still human
He is not a machine
Who can be 100% efficient
And not need rest.
He is not a machine
Not a machine
He is human and tired
And just wants sleep.
So he does.
He ignores them
And curls up under the covers
His head on the pillow he rarely uses.
Don't sleep! They screech.
Wake up.
You need to
Wake
up
He does not listen,
He does not care.
Because he is already
Nestled in his world
Of dreams.
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Neon
Aléatoire(SOMEHOW, REGULAR UPDATES) A collection of poems, short stories in poetic form, rants hidden in poetic form and other things that pop up in my head. *** Staring at the canvas, She chose to pluck a brush From her own head, And paint with the colours...
